Marking my territory with digital feces.
After reading this bitch-fest, I’ve determined that Jamie Zawinski has not lost his touch, and is still the angriest dog in the world.
The guy kvetches like nobody else. He truly is the kvetch-meister. Though his recent work might not be at quite the manic level of general dramatic anguish and seething misanthropy that some of his classic work obtained, he’s still got it, for sure.
Looking around at how power, money, and corporations rule, particularly as they continue to derail and dismantle this medical care legislation process, is depressing.
Somehow, it looks like Mitt Romney got elected President in 2008, and we will soon have a Massachussets-style mandated private insurance system, with only cosmetic “cost controls” which will increase profits for the insurance mega-corporations, and continue to raise costs for citizens to pay, under pain of fine or imprisonment– a captive market.
Power and money always win. There is no hope. Politics, like economics and life in general, is a game in which you cannot win, you cannot break even, and you cannot quit. You can only lose.
This is the way you win a counterinsurgency war. One village at a time. It’s fucking hard. The shortest, most glib way to describe it is to say that we want to show the people that we offer a better life than the other guys do.
Wow, sounds like a grassroots political campaign. Interesting strategy, and one that lends itself to a peaceful outcome.
Most of the Afghans I met couldn’t care less who was the president of Afghanistan. It has no bearing on their lives. The level of governance that actually affects people’s lives is at the district and provincial level. That’s where things get done.
Wow, sounds like it needs a community organizer, and someone who knows how to do grassroots, local organizing. Good thing we’ve got one as commander in chief.
Without doubt Hot Chicks with Douchebags.
I laugh, I cry, consistently, uncontrollably, every time.
I know not why. I just do. Nothing cracks me up so consistently.
Possibly because I grew up with those douchebags (suburban Noo Yawk, a town that was 90% Italian-American, mostly first-generation).
Possibly because high school was an ordeal of spectacularly gorgeous girls, clinging to spectacular douchebags, just like the website.
And the comments. Lo, the comments are often funnier than the pictures. The wit, the anguish. And the concept of the pictures: the juxtaposition of incredible sexiness and unspeakably disgusting douchiness; it’s like a speedball, an icy/hot.
Although the pictures, just some of these facial expressions, is enough….
I don’t actually know. I love this website. Just love it. Never fails to brighten my day.
